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Admitting that. All of it. It isn’t easy for me. We aren’t married yet, we don’t know one another well, but the fact that she was almost taken from me, and it was my fault? That it had to do with the family? That is what has me shaken more than anything.

Ray wasn’t afraid of the family, at least not enough. We have failed somewhere along the way, and it’s time to rectify that. He should have been so scared of getting caught that I could have told him I killed Shiloh in cold blood and laughed as I did it, and he would have said thank you to me instead of kidnapping my woman.

That shit was unacceptable from start to finish. This whole thing was unacceptable, starting twenty-something years ago with Uncle Dean.

Never fucking again

ChapterThirty-Nine

WELLS

I reenterthe house and walk into an empty bedroom, where I find Coleman and my father standing in front of the three men who were circling Parker when I found her in the living room. The men are sitting on the floor, their backs against the wall, their heads tipped backward, their eyes on my father and brother.

“The whole underground world is run by a man, but that man wasn’t Ray,” Coleman states.

“And these fuckers won’t tell you who?” I ask.

My father clears his throat. “They don’t know. They only know when there is a live one and get an address texted to them if they are willing to pay the entrance fee.”

“Which is?” I ask. Although I could probably ask Hendrick these questions, I don’t care. I want to know everything they found out.

“Twenty-thousand-dollar buy-in, then bidding for whatever they want from the girl.”

“Who makes the bulk of the money?” I grind out, unable to open my mouth all the way to speak.

I’m seconds from losing my fucking shit and killing all three of these men immediately instead of waiting for whatever my father has planned. I try to suck in a breath, hold it, and let it out slowly in an attempt to take calming breaths, but I don’t feel very calm right now.

“You know it’s the man in charge,” my father mutters. “But that doesn’t mean Ray didn’t walk away with a good chunk of the change. Which makes sense. I didn’t think the passport angle he was working was making as much as he was spending.”

“Should we be changing our direction?” Coleman asks.

My spine straightens at his question, but my father chuckles before he speaks. “Our direction is just fine. This is a darkness that I don’t wish to invite into my life or the family’s. But we definitely need to find out as much as we can. And all of the players, so we can avoid this in the future.”

“These pencil dicks don’t know shit,” I say, jerking my chin toward the three fuckers sitting on the floor like little bitches.

One of them scrambles to his feet, his chest puffed up as he takes a step forward. He’s daring and stupid, this one. My lips twitch into a smirk at just how fired up this asshole is that I called him a pencil dick.

“Or do you, Pencil Dick?” I ask.

“Fuck you,” he sneers. “I know exactly who is in charge. You better watch your fucking backs, too. Messing with his money will get you dead.”

I almost laugh in his face. If I didn’t want information from him, I might just do that. Instead, I arch a brow as I bite the inside of my cheek and wait for him to tell me exactly who the fuck is the head boss of this shit.

“You’re going to get your family killed,” one of the men on the floor hisses.

My father lifts his gun and shoots him in the head. “Guess what?” he asks, looking at the one who is standing and talking to us. “Your family is already as good as dead whether you tell us or don’t. Doesn’t really fucking matter. Getting involved in this shit signed their death sentence.”

The man gulps. He’s trembling now, and I’m sure if I looked at his pants, he’s pissed himself. What a pussy. Staying back, I try to let my father and Coleman handle this, considering they’re both higher ranking than I am, but I’m starting to get impatient.

“Who is in charge?” my father growls.

His patience is waning as well, and somehow, that causes me to chuckle. I’m not sure why. It shouldn’t. But it does. Maybe because my dad doesn’t really lose his patience very often anymore.

“The richest person in Texas,” he says, his lips curved up into a grin. “A trust fund heiress. You will never get to her, you will never ruin her, and you will never best her.”

Maybe he’s right. That being said, I know exactly who he’s talking about. Rosalinda Dalton. She is the heir to a massive candy company. Fuck. She is untouchable, but not in the exact way that this fucker is thinking.

Sure, she’s rich, she’s famous, and she’s in the spotlight, but she’s also a huge human trafficking activist and involved in politics. She is on committees and brownnosing with all the biggest and most powerful people in the country.

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